Details: My Friend/My Enemy
Monday, November 05, 2012
I am such a detail person. I can make a simple story last minutes because I often feel that every detail is important. DH teases me, because if I miss a little bit of dialogue on a TV show, I'm convinced it could have been key and may have had important details to it.
At the same time, I space on some of the most important details. How the heck can that be?!?! Perfect example: My friends wrote this gorgeous (musical) piece that we are going to perform and in my mind, I'm convinced they wrote it just for me (not really). The solo to it is really quite perfect for my range, though. Anyway, I was pretty excited to audition for the solo and even got someone to cover the class I am teaching tomorrow so that I could be at the auditions. So tonight, I go to (regular) rehearsals and they are auditioning people. WTH?!?! I putz around for about 20 minutes and then when another soloist went in late, I thought I'd sneak in next. I did sneak in and warned the directors that I was prepared to audition tomorrow night and so tonight I really wasn't mentally prepared. I swear that they announced auditions for tomorrow night (details).
Let's see, I blew the first note and it was in the crapper from there. I could seriously cry (or just eat a crapload of junk...I'm already thinking about what might be tasty). The only thing that I have going for me is my unique range and tamber. I no longer have expectations for this. My director/former instructor sent me off with a "thank you; that was lovely," while I knew better.
I took a little comfort in knowing that the girl who came in after me (a favorite of the directors) started off saying the same thing; I thought these were taking place tomorrow.
OK...gonna go to bed before I start eating sh!tt. G'night.